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Chapter 4: Debriefing gone wrong

RPOV

These fuckers had fucked me over for the last time. I was waiting in my hotel room waiting for the call they were ready to see me. I was more than ready to see them. The Army trained me; the Rangers honed my skills turning me from the average soldier into a specialized soldier one who is a survivalist, and a killer. The government used that to their advantage and since I liked what it was I did I never questioned it. I just did what they told me killed who they told me.

Today however they were going to get a taste of what they had created. I was one of the world's most dangerous men. I would venture that there were none more deadly than me. Meaner maybe, more ruthless definitely but deadlier I doubted.

My game was never to kill innocents. If anything I prided myself on protecting the innocents. This mission they left me no choice and I had to kill innocent women. Women who had already been abused, beaten, drugged, raped, and forced to live through things that women their young age should have never been forced to endure. Because they refused my request I had no choice to kill them.

I guess I didn't have to pull the trigger point blank I could have just left them alive and blown the building not knowing what happened to them. But they had suffered enough and I wouldn't allow them to suffer further by being injured in the blast and forced to die a slow agonizing death they didn't deserve that on top of everything they had already been through. So I ended it for them painlessly when I knew there was no other solution.

I didn't enjoy those kills. I didn't relish in the satisfaction of those kills. In fact it was something quite the opposite I had yet to get the picture of each of those women's faces out of my head. It was like I kept playing them over and over. Some would say I was suffering from post traumatic stress from the mission going down like that. But I knew I wasn't.

I wanted revenge I wanted answers. I wanted to know why I was refused an extraction when I requested it. I wanted to know why I was refused support when I wanted it and asked for it. I wanted to know why I was forced to kill those women because the suits behind the desk couldn't or didn't feel the need to do their fucking job. Because it meant they may need to pick up the phone or send an email or be inconvenienced in some way. Who gave a fuck?

I was a product of their making and they were going to see what they had made if they refused to answer my questions. They were going to see exactly how deadly I am. The man they call when they need something done that they know no one else can do. The man they call when they need to take down the most ruthless of men because they know I will succeed. They know I never fail.

They had failed though when I called for support. They had let me down and they failed to have my back and that was unacceptable and inexcusable someone was going to answer and someone was going to fucking pay. My phone beeped giving me the single they were ready for me. Summoning me to them like they were some fucking shit they were about to find out what shit they really were and I was quite certain they weren't going to like what I was about to tell them. But I didn't give a fuck. I didn't like being refused either so the feeling would be mutual.

I made my way out of my room down the hall to the conference room I knew they would be waiting for me in. I pushed opened the door letting it bang on the wall behind it. I didn't give a fuck I wanted the fuckers to jump at my entrance. I wasn't disappointed.

I strode over to the table as if I was going to sit down but paused at the chair pushed up against the table. The others sat on the other side of table almost uncomfortably but they weren't coming on my side of the table they were all too chicken shit. It was good decision today it just might ensure I let them live.

"Mr. Manoso" one of the suits started with and I locked eyes with him my eyes narrowing at him using my last night instead of my street name. He was a fucking no body I wasn't even sure which division he was with but he was green when it came to my debriefings if he was going to address me than anything other than Ranger was unacceptable. I was Ranger to them. I would always be Ranger to them.

I wasn't Carlos, or Mr. Manoso and this fucker better get it right. The time was ticking on his life. I saw another one of the guys who had sit in on my debriefings look at him and he whispered something to him oh I heard him because my hearing is impeccable. He was telling him to address me as Ranger. I saw the guy nod.

"Ranger, please…" I wasn't in the mood for his please bull shit so I cut him off and got to the point I needed to make.

"Please nothing. I want answers. You all aren't going to get shit from me until I have answers. I want to know why I was denied the support and extraction I requested. I want to know why eight innocent women were sentenced to death for no reason they were victims and innocent in all of this." I said feeling the anger well up in me once again as their faces flashed before me landing last on the girl with the curly brown hair and startling blue eyes.

The General sat back along with my handler, a man I thought I could trust prior to this mission. They cleared their throat and the general spoke up.

"Ranger you know that isn't the point of this debriefing. This is so you can give us information as to your mission the mission you were assigned to do. We need details, and you need to tell us those details. Your questions about why things were the way they were is not material right now. If we choose to answer those questions we will after the debriefing but I doubt there will be a reason given you knew the mission when you accepted it and you went into that jungle. Now sit your ass down and do what we tell you to do soldier." He spit out at me getting louder and more forceful as his little pissy tirade went along.

"General I don't give a fuck about your stars be it two four or five. You know you have no hold over me. You know you have no control over me I am not longer active service. I do this job because I am the best, you come seek me out because you know there isn't anyone else who would take on these missions and succeed so don't hand me your line of shit and expect me to buy it. I will sit my ass down when I fucking feel like it and none of you in this room are fucking man enough to fucking make me so don't waste your fucking breath lobbing worthless fucking threats my way. Besides I don't do threaten you threaten me and you better fucking well be in a position to back it up and we all know you nor are any of the other men standing in this room able to back it up. So I suggest you don't threaten me, and tell me what I want to know." I told him letting the anger and the promises I as making seep out with the words I was saying like saliva dripping from a mad dog's mouth.

I continued. "I am going to ask one more time, why? You will answer my questions or you all will go to hell." I told them and I saw each of the men swallow their eyes widen from the fear they were feeling. They feared me they weren't stupid men. I was someone to be feared. I knew how to instill fear in people and I would be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy it because I did.

I loved smelling the fear you could smell it on them like stench on shit. You could see it on them their eyes wide, their mouths slightly agape, their foreheads shiny with newly formed sweat their breathing slightly shallow than before. It was all natural reactions to fear.

The General's face was red he was pissed but I didn't give a fuck. They needed me, I didn't need them. I needed answers and I wasn't leaving here until I had them. It all brought a smile to my inner monster.

"Ranger please sit down we can all discuss this like gentlemen" the General said and I narrowed my eyes at him again.

"oh we are going to discuss it alright, you are going to tell me what I want to know and you are going to tell me now or this meeting is over and I am heading back to Trenton and I fucking dare you all to call me again or make any contact with me or my business." I told them. I was ready to wash my hands of them. I needed to know I could trust them and this mission proved to me that I couldn't trust them.

"Son..." the general started to say but I cut him off.

"I am not your son." I said raising my head in the air looking down on him from his seated position.

He cleared his throat and nodded "Ranger, it was a state department matter. The state department hadn't notified the country that we had an operative in their country so there was no way we could send in support and carry out an extraction the way you requested that is why your request was refused." He said.

I looked at him probably longer than comfortable because I couldn't believe my ears. I was denied my request because some fucking suit at the state department didn't want to do his fucking job. The General continued.

"Ranger had we notified them they would have told your target and you would have been compromised. They would have been waiting for you and they would have probably killed you upon arrival so we chose to keep it off the grid for your safety." He tried to tell me.

I looked at the group of men before me and I couldn't help the feelings of disgust that rose up through me. They were pitiful excuses for human beings. "That may explain why you didn't do the advance notification but when I called for support and extraction things should have taken place at that point and help should have been sent." I told them.

I knew they had crews in an area close to where I was there really was no excuse.

"We didn't have support close enough for the time it would have taken us to get to you, they would have found you and killed you and the women anyway." The general told me.

"So you believe. I know you had support closer to me than you are implying don't piss down my back and tell me it is fucking raining General. It would have been my problem if I had been found; I could have dealt with it. I would have dealt with it. As is I had to take the lives of eight innocent women who had been beaten, raped, drugged, you name it. I had to end their lives because you left me no other choice. They were unable to walk they were unable to stand up without support so It wasn't like I could have carried all eight of them and gotten them to safety and to the care they needed. You know I wouldn't have called unless it was necessary and there were no other options." I spit out at him.

He shook his head. "It sounds like you had a tough decision but you did what you chose to do no one said you had to kill them." He spit back at me and I could see where he was going with this he was putting this shit back on me. That wasn't going to fucking happen.

"You gave me no fucking choice. You ordered the building to be fucking blown. I wasn't going to blow the building with them in it and leave them in whatever state they would have been left in to suffer more. You may hire me to kill but I am not a fucking monster. I don't kill innocents and I don't kill women at your fucking requests. You left me no choice this time because you didn't send me the help I fucking requested because your intel was shit. The building according to your intel was suppose to be fucking empty. Their lives are on your fucking head not mine." I told them my voice cold, deep, and dark. I was losing my fucking patience with them.

I breathed in through my nose trying to control myself. I was trying to reign in my temper that was threatening to break through my outward calm demeanor. I was pissed, I was mad, I was mad beyond what was safe for these fuckers and they had yet to realize that. Their comments, well the General's comments weren't helping them any.

Their chance of walking out of this room alive was growing slimmer each and every second he kept opening his dumb fucking mouth. I know he was a five star General and he on any other day deserved respect deserved to be treated like the General he was but today he didn't deserve that respect and with everyone of his comments it made it worse for me to look at him and think of him in a role as a superior to me or someone deserving of my respect.

"Ranger we told you to blow the building not kill the women that was your decision whatever issues you have with what you did are for you to work out." He said trying to split hairs.

"General I suggest you stop trying to cover your ass and give me the real reason you denied my request for the support. I suspect I know. You didn't want to have to deal with the women but I want you to be man enough to look me in the eye and fucking tell me that. I want you to act like the man you are suppose to be and not the fucking yes man coward I see sitting in front of me now. Show me those stars on your shoulder stand for something more than this bullshit you are trying to make me believe." I challenged him.

I saw his eyes widen in shock and I wouldn't have believed I would be speaking like this to him prior to this mission and this debriefing. I wish I could say I was surprised but I was smart enough to know that suits covered their ass while leaving everyone else's ass exposed to take the heat. I didn't want to believe the General was part of this but I shouldn't have been surprised he wanted to please the suits.

He wanted to control me and have me just shut the fuck up and say yes sir but that wasn't me. He should have known this before he took this approach. I wasn't to be fucked with. I didn't bullshit, I didn't have time for it. I never wasted my words on bullshit I never said anything I didn't mean and I never said yes just because a suit wouldn't accept no or wouldn't like it if I said no.

I never had set down I was too mad to sit and act as things hadn't happened. I started heading for the door. I was done with their shit. I knew my car would be waiting for me I had sent Tank and text and told him where to have my Porsche. I hadn't reached the door when my handler final spoke up.

"Ranger you need to complete the debriefing before you can leave." He said; like fuck I did.

"So you decided to speak up now like hearing that would change my mind. I gave you all the opportunity to tell me the truth. The General tried to hand me a line of bullshit while you fuckers decided to sit there silent. I am done listening. I gave you all the chance I am giving you. Now I am leaving and I would like any of you to challenge me or try to prevent me from leaving this room." I challenged them.

"Ranger if you walk out of that door we won't be able to call you for any more missions. You will be negating your contract with the government. I know you don't want to do that. Please sit down and finish the debriefing." My handler said trying to coerce me into staying.

"You need me more than I need you. I don't need to go on missions where I am not supported. Where I don't get the things I request. Where I am not defended and backed up or where I am lied to and you have done all of the above on this mission. So you can take this however you want I am leaving, I am done. You can shove your debriefing up your ass." I told him meaning every word.

"Ranger don't act like you don't enjoy the missions we all know you love the kill. You will be sorry; you will be calling us begging us for a mission." He said. I turned and walked out of the room slamming the door open I wasn't going to answer him. I wasn't dignifying what he was accusing me off with an answer.

I heard the door slam back as I walked down the hall, out of the building, and stepped into my Porsche it was exactly where I told Tank to park it. I headed to Trenton as my mind kept replaying the last words of my handler; my now ex-handler. I knew he was right to a point. I would miss it. I enjoyed the chase, I enjoyed the hunt, I enjoyed the thrill of danger I enjoyed the knowledge that I was better than the enemy. I enjoyed the surprise in their eyes when I stepped out of the shadows if I had that opportunity. I enjoyed the fear I caused in them for I was a legend in some parts of South America they thought I was a ghost of death. And more than anything I loved the kill. I did live for the kill and my handler knew it; he used it.

I knew it was the monster in me that needed the kill. I knew my handler was right I would itch for the kill, I would want the kill. But I wasn't entirely ruthless I had morals and ethics I wouldn't kill innocents; I wouldn't kill women or children ever again.

I have killed both women and children in my days as a Ranger. I was in The Gulf War and stationed in the Middle East the men, heartless bastards, would strap bombs on their women and send them into our stations where we were forced to kill them. We had no choice. We lost a lot of men because a woman walked into their group with a bomb strapped to her. The same with the children you couldn't trust if they were truly innocents asking for help or if they were the enemy. In many cases they were both.

Begging us to save them, begging us to free them from the bomb strapped to them. Only we knew we couldn't. We stepped within feet of them and their husband's would blow the bomb. Our only choice was to kill them and clear out before the bomb detonated.

Many women and children died because we didn't know if they had a bomb or not. I vowed when I left active duty that I would never pull the trigger on another woman or child again in my life. Many men it fucked up in ways they will never be the same again. For some they ended up dying at the hands of them because they found they couldn't pull the trigger even to save themselves.

I didn't have a problem pulling the trigger but every time I found myself holding my breath until I could determine if they had a bomb. I was among the lucky I never killed an innocent woman or child until this mission; when I had to kill eight innocent women.

The thoughts of their words, along with the memories of those women's faces flashing through my thoughts made me wish I had done more to make my point. I had been too easy on them. I had been too nice to them. I should have taken my pound of flesh out of all of their asses. I should have had them begging for their lives. Something those women didn't do.

I had seen more shit, lived through more shit than I cared to remember and this was how they chose to thank me. Not that I expected a thank you or even wanted it but I did expect loyalty I did expect respect and I did expect to be backed up. None of which I had gotten today.

My eyes were finally opened to what the men of my company had been telling me for years. They had all run missions and over the past several years each of them had given it up because of fucked up missions. They had tainted us all, blackened our souls and once they took everything they could take from us they had fucked us over. It was clear to see when you were on the other side of the fence. I briefly wondered if none of us were suppose to have survived those missions if that is why they were so fubared from the beginning we were meant to fail but because we were the best we had survived. I pushed that thought out of my mind because if that were true that would call for a lot different action than I really wanted to start right now.

No one would set me up on a mission to die and fucking live to talk about it. Nor any of my men if that was the case then we would retaliate against the fuckers who thought they could get away with or who had thought they had gotten away with it.

I didn't want to know the answer to that question the answer to those thoughts. I wouldn't go there and ruin everything I had been fighting for all these years.

I was racing towards Trenton; Rangeman. I wasn't sure how fast I was driving my thoughts distracted me and my anger had my foot pressing harder against the pedal than normal. I was agitated, I was pissed, I was on the verge of losing control with the thoughts in my head. Their words echoing through my thoughts, the faces haunting me as their words washed over me causing my rage to rise in me.

I felt the urge, the urge for revenge, the itch for the fight, and I felt the desire for the kill swirling around in me. Only this time the target wasn't an enemy at least not one the government would classify as an enemy. This was a friendly as they would classify only it wasn't a friendly to me. To me they had made themselves my enemy, for that they would be sorry.

They should know how deadly I am, they should know to fear me. They should have known to have never crossed me and denied me anything. They should have known to have never forced me into a decision I didn't want to make. They would pay for that.

I caught brief movement in the corner of my eye and when I focused on what was happening it was too late. I was going through an intersection where my light was green when this car bolted through before I could react I collided with the car. I hit the car just where the driver's door started. I wasn't sure how fast she was going but I knew I had been doing well above the speed limit.

I roared my anger now how an escape. My air bag deployed temporarily blocking my sight. This was my Porsche my baby so speak. I didn't put a whole lot of value on material goods but I did love this car and now thanks to a careless bitch it was toast.

I got out of the car like ripping the door off of the hinges. I slammed the car door so hard I briefly wondered if it remained attached to the car. I was ready to fucking kill. The monster was lose there was no controlling it. With the mood I had been in prior to this there was no controlling it now. I briefly felt sorry for the woman in the car for she had no idea who she had run into and on what day. You know the saying wrong place at the wrong time well she was definitely in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I walked up to her car I saw her lying there her head on the steering wheel brown curly hair falling everywhere I saw blood on her face, her eyes blinking big and blue shining up at me. I saw a tear slide down her cheek and I heard her say "help me" just before her eyes closed and didn't open.

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